fall.
1.11.17
It’s dust and leaves, sunshine and blue skies. The kind of
day that makes you wish you could throw your worries away and focus on the
sunshine playing on your face. The will dos and should dos fall to the side,
like the morning frost that burns off of the roof.
The air burns enough to remind you you’re alive and
the wind kisses your face with an icy sort of grace.
The leaves dance around you in a two-step, tango and waltz.
Swirling, turning, careening around in the dance that is fall.
There’s hot sun and icy shards, the transition from new life
to the way or ore.
The heat that makes the layers peel just as it made you burn
and peel before.
The wind that burns with icy heat that swept away the
infernos that were there just days before.
It’s a new start to life anew, the death of living things
around sometimes always reminds us to start new.
I don’t know why that is, how the death of the things that
rely on the sun gives me hope for the days that are still to come.
There’s life in death, the paradox that amazes and awes us all.
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